Yesterday was not as I had planned.
I had to go in and work on my day off, i had planned to sleep in, go to the gym and clear away some deadlines.
This got me in a really pissy mood.
I finally get home and decide to just relax, i hear the initial dripping that turns into a shower in my closet.
I text the landlord and he's on his way.
Simple no?
Oh but no.
Then I hear the buzzer for our flat and the rules are if you're expecting someone, well then you open, if not then you don't open the door.
Whoever it was did not stop and you know when they hold the buzzer button to infinity and repeatedly..
Me already pissed off my senses rush down the stairs and open the door with a less pleasant " can i help you?!"
He goes, "it's raining in my shop." and looks at me like I should fix it.
I explain to him it's raining in my closet and people have been contacted.
He's not happy with that response and well pushes it button too far.
Do I look like a frekkin plumber to you?! aaarrrrghhh!
Anyway it's kinda funny how low the standards are here, it's clear, even to me without any major knowledge in the area that something has burst, pipe wise.
I mean it's pretty much every other day it rains in my closet, in the walls and leaks down to this shop below us.
All they do is send someone who says there's nothing wrong and maybe add a little silicone paste to the upper shower.
Brilliant work, men.
Anyway it's still tons better than the old house i used to live in here in London hahahah
I wanna go home to visit again..but I'd need to win the lottery for that. I try to save but there's always something.
I miss my brothers and Otto-Puff and all my friends.
Anywho, that's all for this post.
L
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